Inner Me

I am ready to stare at inner me

Look her in the eyes and see

What I’m really made of.

 

A deep breath, a stumble, a stutter

A silky release; my eyelids flutter

There she is.

 

Blend into me, like hand in glove

Fit me inside your perfect love

There I am.

 

I see I have no airs and graces

Dismissive of false expressions on faces

I want your depth.

 

I curse like a trooper

I’m a delver and a rooter

Try me.

 

I’m a clean living tramp

By my fire-lit camp

I’ll dance for you.

 

My mind is a biter

My gut; a fighter

My heart soothes both.

 

As inner me escapes I am not surprised at all

I knew one day the masks would fall

Did you?

 

Do I make you squirm in your little bubble?

Do you hate me now for all the trouble?

It’s about time.

 

I don’t pull weeds till I’ve rolled in them

Become them and dissolved with them

Did you think it was all flowers?

 

There she is, inner me

Something I cannot unsee

Nor would I want to.

 

Empowered, loved and seen

I have always been

And always will be.

This is the church-alcanzarte Danza, Chile

‘This is the Church’ Dance Film, AlcanzArte Danza, Chile

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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